There Can Be Miracles When You Believe Lyrics Novels & Stories

you, I am sorry for ever doubting that, grant me unwavering faith in you, enable me to trust unconditionally in you, Protect and guide me, my family and people around me from evil, let your will and not my will be done in my life, thanks to Daddy for answering my prayers. ' Amen. Immediately I Whispered the Amen. A popular and Emotional and Spirit-filled Christian song, Oceans by Hillsong United, started playing in my room. You called me out upon the waters. The great unknown, Where feet may fail. And there I found you in the mystery. And ocean still, my faith will stand. And I'll call upon your name. And keep my eyes above the rails. When Oceans rise, my soul will rest in your embrace. For

* God always has a plan. * **** Mira was busy knitting some stockings as she sang along to a christian song that played on her Spotify. The way you love me, no one can ever love me that way. Help me to see me from the lens of your eyes. Lover of my soul, look what you've done for me. Mira thought of her unborn children as she sang along. She felt so lucky and blessed to get more than she could ever ask for, even though unlike most women she was skeptical about getting pregnant and having kids.

I know that I should have faith, but how can you have faith if the person that you have faith in is the very person that is not here. Do I believe in miracles? I believe that a miracle is just pure coincidence that something has come together at a time you need it the most. I have briefly gone to see my mom a few hours ago, but she was fast asleep, so I deep not stir her. I am sure that she must feel just as hopeless as me, but apart from my dad, she looks like she is doing pretty well. It is terrifying, though, to see the state of her body; there was for one moment that I thought that it was not my mom. But if you look past all cuts and bruises, it is the very woman that I love with all of

I commented. “We are here, in front of the altar. God can solve all our problems if we truly believe in Him,” she said, and I nodded. “That’s true.” Though blind, I closed my eyes and raised my hands to pray. “Lord, show me a way to overcome all my obstacles, as You’ve always done. I trust You, and I believe in Your miracles. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit,” I concluded my prayer and opened my eyes.

Because one thing I had longed for more than anything else in this world was to see again. I kept my eyes shut, tightly, almost like forcing them open too quickly would shatter the miracle that had just touched me. But the truth was, I didn’t even believe in miracles. Not really. I had never been that man. I never thought things could just happen without a force behind it, an external, human force. Something logical. Something real. But if this was real… if I had truly seen that flash of light a few moments ago, then maybe everything I believed in was about to change. Maybe miracles did exist. Maybe they had just skipped over me for too long, and I stopped believing because I had never been

Mira asked seriously. " I do. Don't you?" " I don't. I have prayed countless times for a miracle, but nothing happens." Mira replied. If it was two days ago, maybe she could agree with the old lady about miracles. To her, the second chance granted to her was like a miracle. That was until she learnt it wasn't. It was a way of atoning to get sins. The sins of trusting the wrong people. " Never loose your faith young Lady. We pray and even when our prayers are not answered, it's fulfill knowing that you turned to the Almighty one when you needed help." The old lady said.

"In my previous timeline I died believing I was worthless. That no one would ever really want me." A tear slid down her cheek. "Loving you and being loved in return feels like a miracle," she said. "Like something I'm afraid to trust completely because miracles don't happen to people like me." I got up from my chair and moved to sit beside her, wiping the tear from her face. "You can trust this," I said firmly. "Trust me. Trust what we're building together. This isn't a miracle or luck or something that's going to disappear. It's real and solid and permanent."

the doctor replied with a strained calmness, nodding and beaming a smile before darting out of the operating room. Elena’s worry deepened as she glanced at the remaining nurses, their obliviousness adding to her apprehension. Minutes later, the doctor hurried back into the room, evoking a furrowed brow of concern from Elena. “What’s wrong, doctor?” Elena’s worry etched onto her face and various thoughts roamed her mind while her chest tightened and became heavier. “Do you believe in God and miracles?” The doctor’s smile softened his words as he looked at Elena. Elena narrowed her eyes, shaking her head dumbfoundedly. “No, I don’t believe in anything like that.” The loss of her parents had sh

I hope you're somewhere prayin', prayin' I hope your soul is changin', changin' I hope you find your peace Falling on your knees, prayin' Ah sometimes, I pray for you at night, oh Someday, maybe you'll see the light Whoa oh, some say, in life, you're gonna get what you give But some things only God can forgive Yeah! (I hope you're somewhere prayin', prayin') I hope your soul is changin', changin' I hope you find your peace

‘Remember me with a smile, for I carry your light within me, even as the darkness claims me. Holding my breath, I brace for the inevitable, the weight of the sand pressing down, threatening to crush the life from me. Yet even as I prepare to surrender to the darkness, my heart clings to a fragment of hope, a stubborn belief in miracles, in the chance that this is not the end.